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“Hi, welcome to Baskin-Robbins. Would you like to try our Mango Fruit Blast?” You put on your best customer service voice and smiled at the guy who walked up to the counter. You were nearing your break and just wanted to rest your feet from standing for four hours straight. As you finished cashing in the customer’s order, you sighed and looked over at your co-worker. “Hey Jack, I’m gonna take my 30.”

He gave you a thumbs up and flashed a quick half-hearted smile. “Okay, I’ll try my best to hold down the fort while you’re gone,” he joked lightly, before turning back to the counter and leaning his hands on the edge of it.

Turning down the hall into the break room, you opened your locker and grabbed your lunch before sitting down at a table to mindlessly scroll through your phone while you ate. It was much nicer here than your last job where you worked in retail. Since it was such a small store, it didn’t even have a break room and you had to sit near the loading dock on milk crates. It offered better pay than your current job though, which sucked when you had to put in your two-weeks. Your ex at the time kept bugging you at work and was making your co-workers uncomfortable. Best to pick up everything and move when shit gets rough instead of making everything harder on everybody.

While taking a bite of your sandwich, your phone began to ring, interrupting the reel of a dog you were watching. You chewed quickly and swallowed before answering the call from your partner. “What’s up? Are you okay?” you said a bit agitated.

“Nah, I’m fine, I was just calling to tell you I can’t make it tonight. Something came up,” they said quickly, almost detached from the whole situation.

“Babe, we’ve had this reservation for a week, and we’ve been talking about having a date night for a while now. Are you seriously gonna call me while I’m working to tell me you’re unavailable?” You couldn’t decide if you were angry, disappointed, upset, or all three.

“Yeah, I know baby, I’m sorry. I just- I forgot I had a thing I needed to go to tonight.”

“A ‘thing’?” you repeated, unable to mask how annoyed you were. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

You heard a huff on the other end. “Why do you have to pry? Why can’t you just let me-”

“Excuse me? You already cancel-”

“You know what, before you fly off the handle again, I’m just gonna say it. I can’t handle the way you belittle me all the time and try to get into my business. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but I’m just gonna make it official. We’re done.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were stunned at their reasoning but also at the fact you were being broken up with over the phone. “Wait, are you serious? After all the shit I put up with, you don’t even have the decency to break up with me in person? Are you for real right now? I can’t even-”

“Woah no need to get all hostile on me! Look, things were clearly not working out between us, might as well just end it. And I would say maybe we can try to be friends, but I just don’t think I can handle your looming cloud of negativity in my life.” They continued their nonchalant tone as if this was some sort of every day occurrence.

You were quiet, processing everything at supersonic speed. “I guess this is goodbye then,” you said barely above a whisper.

“Uh huh, okay. I’m glad you understand. Bye, oh and lose my number. Thanks.”

The call ended before you could even say anything else and you couldn’t help but to scoff before letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Sandwich long forgotten, you threw your phone down on the table and put your face in your hands. You stared at the wall, dragging your fingers down your face before resting your chin in your palms, cupping your face.

“What the fuck,” you whispered before dropping your hands away and feeling your eyes well up. You looked down at the table, surprised to see a tear fall and somewhat startled by how many tears had accumulated and at the speed they were flowing out of nowhere. You tried to wipe your eyes away, but it didn’t stop the flow.

“Hey, not to be an ass, but we’ve got a line. And I normally wouldn’t bother you for going 15 minutes over your break, because well, I do that too and I honestly don’t mind- and like yes, take the break you deserve and all but I’m dying out there and-”

You looked up at Jack, trying your best to look composed and when you met his eyes, he stopped rambling and took a step toward you, surprise then sympathy flashing across his face. He said your name softly before pulling up a chair and asking, “are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled. “Just some shitty relationship stuff. I’ve been asking my partner if we could go to a new Italian restaurant for almost a month, and they just canceled on me, again. Oh and then decided it would be easier to break up with me instead.”

“Man, that sucks, I’m really sorry,” Jack replied in an understanding tone.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, crying over relationship stuff is stupid and we have people waiting. Just give me a minute and I’ll be out there.” You absentmindedly packed the final third of your sandwich and realized your phone was all the way at the other end of the table.

“Look, take it from a guy who's divorced, being upset over relationship stuff is not stupid. And it’s okay to be upset when things just don’t work out- or I guess repeatedly don’t work out. And on top of that, getting broken up with. At work. Over the phone. That’s a really shitty move.” He gave you a sympathetic look, almost as if he was personally offended by the notion.

“I know! And they were treating me like I deserved it. I mean, after everything that I’ve done for them, putting up with their constant self loathing and being controlling yet inattentive at the same time. They had the audacity to say I was the one that belittled them, even though they were the one that nitpicked everything I did!” You let out a huff, suddenly getting very heated over the situation.

Jack seemed flabbergasted. “Well, fuck ‘em! You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and you know what, your ex didn’t deserve you. Screw them for… well everything!”

You gave a light laugh and looked over at Jack with a relieved smile that someone was in your corner. A sniffle escaped you before you got up to put your things away. Jack reached over and grabbed your phone and stood to hand it to you. “Thank you, Jack. I’m sorry I pulled you away from the line, but thank you for listening to me vent.”

He batted his hand like the situation wasn’t a big deal. “Pssh, they can wait. Plus, some guy just asked me if he could split a scoop of ice cream over two cones… whatever that means.”

You smiled, wiping your eyes one last time and taking a deep breath before following Jack out to the front of the shop.

“Enjoy!” You said as you handed your last order for the day to the customer. You took off your apron, folding it over your arm and turned to Jack and your other co-worker who came in late. “Alright, I’m heading out for the day.” You walked to the back, stopping when you heard your name being called from behind you.

“I get off in an hour if you wanna grab a bite to eat. There’s a good taco truck a couple blocks from here, if you’d like to go.” Jack gave you a small smile and shrugged a bit, clearly trying not to be weird about asking you out to some food.

You gave him a warm smile, somewhat moved by the gesture. “Sure, tacos sound good right now.” He let out a small “awesome” as you turned away to pack your things.

You figured it would be best to just hang out in the break room since you didn’t have anywhere else to be. Jack was a sweet guy, but not super open about himself. He started working at Baskin-Robbins about two weeks ago and today was the first time you learned something about him at all. You trained him, and while he was a little clumsy, he caught on quickly and was nice even if he was a bit reserved. It felt a little weird training someone who was over a decade older than you, but you moved past it when you realized he also felt weird about it.

The hour seemed to fly by and soon you saw Jack gather his things from the back as well. He ran to the bathroom to change out of his work shirt and threw it in his locker before turning back to you. “You all set?” he said, patting his pockets.

“Mhm, after you,” you motioned for him to lead the way through the door.

With how awkward everything had been, you felt oddly relaxed as you walked beside him. Your co-worker honestly seemed like a nice guy, and you could almost sense he was harmless.

After a few minutes, Jack broke the silence. “I’m sorry you had all that happen to you over lunch. I figured some good food would cheer you up a bit.”

“Oh god, I hope you didn’t feel the need to invite me out after seeing me like that. I’m mortified, really. I’m honestly not much of a crier, and it is rare for me to be so emotional in public.” It didn’t really dawn on you that maybe Jack was taking pity on you, and that’s why he wanted to spend time with you.

“What? No, no, nothing like that I swear. I figured since you didn’t have anything going on and I didn’t have anything going on, tacos would be good. Come on, today was oddly tiring anyway, right?” He glanced over at you, trying to read your expression.

“Yeah I guess so, like that one lady that asked to get a cone crushed up on top of her double scoop, then got pissed when you charged her for the cone. You know, now that I think of it, people were being weird today.” You laughed a little to yourself, before looking up at Jack to see him laughing as well.

You continued light banter, getting to know one another a little more. Like how Jack has a daughter, and how she is smarter than half of the people that had walked in today. You told him a little bit about how you ended up working here, making fun of yourself for having a college degree that went nowhere. He agreed, joking how his electrical engineering degree helps him set the right temperature on the freezers.

You both approached the taco truck, ordering your food separately and finding a picnic bench to sit on. “I didn’t know you were a brainiac,” you said between bites. “You seem so… average.”

“Average?” He parroted, choking on his food a little.

“Not that it’s a bad thing!” You said quickly, “I meant it more like, I wouldn’t expect someone like you to be so cool. Shit, that sounded wrong as well. Like- like you have a whole other life, or secret side, under an unsuspecting surface. You could be doing all sorts of computery things at night, and then scooping ice cream by day.” You were internally smacking yourself for speaking before thinking through what you wanted to say.

“Oh trust me,” he swallowed before continuing, “nothing special is happening over here. I guess I am just an average joe.” He took a big gulp of his soda before taking another bite of his food.

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, Jack. You are incredibly thoughtful. I probably would be home right now eating frozen pizza and those crappy store bought sugar cookies while binging some tv show. I would much rather be spending the night sharing tacos with you then curled up on my couch, alone.” You beamed at him, noticing a light blush dust his cheeks, which made you blush a little in return.

“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good time. You deserve it,” he said before taking the last bite of his food. It was kind of cute to see the way he was skirting past the compliment, clearly not sure what to do with it.

“Thank you for taking me out. These tacos were bomb and I’ll have to come back here sometime.” You checked the time and realized it was getting late. “Shit, I gotta catch the bus. I was kind of banking on my partner driving me, but that is currently not an option.

“I can walk with you to the bus stop, just to make sure you don’t randomly get shivved or abducted.” He grabbed your dirty plate and went to discard it in the trash, and you failed to contain your laugh.

“Why thank you, yes I think my night would be ruined if I randomly got ‘shivved’ on my way to the bus stop.” Jack turned bright red as you led the way to the bus stop. You couldn’t help but smile at his blushing. He really was a funny and interesting guy even if it didn’t seem like that on the outside.

You walked in a comfortable silence, and he even waited with you for your bus. You thanked Jack again for spending time with you and said you’d see him around. As the bus doors slid closed, you sighed, content with how the evening went even with all of the chaos that happened during the day.

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A few days had passed since that last shift you shared with Jack. You hadn’t seen him yesterday at work and thought he might have called off considering someone was working his shift. Something about it made you feel disappointed. He was the biggest support you had with your break-up, even with how brief the interaction was. After your shift, a couple of your close friends suggested a girls' night, and so you spent the night at their place just to get some positive change.

Today was your day off and you managed to get one of them to drop you off at a small Chinese place across town for a lunch date you had planned with a friend you hadn’t seen in a while. Sitting there for 30 minutes, you were bouncing your leg anxiously, waiting for her to arrive. When you were about to text her again, she finally walked in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” she said, flustered. “I actually can’t stay long.”

Shock made your eyebrows raise. “Oh, we could have rescheduled if you had something else going on.” Your face softened, hoping you weren’t being an inconvenience.

“No,” your friend said on an exhale, “I felt like it was important to see you in person. I’ve actually been seeing your, um, partner for the past month now. I figured the right thing to do was to be honest.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeeeeaaah so, I’m sorry babe. They told me they liked me more than you, and you were, like, being a mess. I hope there’s no hard feelings,” she said in a manner like she was talking about the weather, feigned remorse underlining her words.

Your mouth was agape. What were you even supposed to say to that? Defend yourself? Just accept it? “They cheated on me?? They cheated on me with you?”

“Nah, I wouldn’t call it cheating if you just were never around, you know?” She stood up, giving an exaggerated sad expression. “Anyway, I wish you the best and I hope you figure your shit out. I have an art thing I need to get to, so I gotta head. Ciao.” And with that, your now ex-friend walked out of your life.

You were so irate you couldn’t even cry. Storming out of the restaurant, you just picked a direction and started walking. How were people like that even real? You slowed your pace after a few minutes and you let out a loud groan. Seeing a trash can next to an alleyway, you kicked it as hard as you could. Not your proudest moment, but it at least made you feel a little better.

“You really showed that trash can,” a voice said from beside you. You snapped your head to see your co-worker in a brown van.

“Jack? What are you doing on this side of town? Also where the hell have you been?!” You exclaimed, walking over to his van.

“It’s my daughter’s birthday so I wanted to pay a visit and drop off her present. I was gonna grab a smoothie on the way back to my place, so I drove this way. What are you doing over here?”

“Oh you know, the usual, getting told your friend was cheating with your ex. That’s what I was doing on this side of town.” You grumbled, kicking at a pebble you found.

“Wow, sounds like we’re both having a shit day. You wanna grab a smoothie with me?” He struggled to reach over to the passenger side door, pushing it open slightly.

You chuckled a little, nodded, and hopped in. He started the van again, somehow accidentally hitting the horn and La Cucaracha blared. He whispered a “sorry” and pulled onto the road from his parallel parking spot.

“So, remind me why your day has also been horrible? Didn’t you get to see your daughter?” You said, turning to him.

He let out a big sigh, like he had been holding his breath for a while. “Okay, just to get some things out of the way. My name’s not actually Jack, it’s Scott. I applied with a fake name so they wouldn’t find my record, but they did and I got fired. I’m an ex-con and I’m not exactly allowed to see my daughter. I had to sneak into her birthday party, and I got kicked out. My ex-wife is dating a cop now, and he’s a real piece of work. Also saying this all out loud, I realize how alarming this could be since you just got into my van and I’m realizing how this might seem like I’m kidnapping you- and I swear I’m not a murderer, I was-”

“Hold on! It’s alright! I’m fine! That’s just a lot of information, Jack- I mean Scott. I trust you… I think. Just gotta process. As long as we’re still grabbing a smoothie, I’m fine.” It may have been a little too forward, but you placed a hand on his shoulder to calm his rant and to show you weren’t deeply freaked out.

Scott sighed again. “Okay, what a relief. Yes! We’re still getting smoothies. I think I owe you based on how well you took all of this. I get that it’s a lot.” He turned and stopped in front of a Jamba Juice, finding an open spot near the entrance.

You both walked in briefly browsing the menu, but somewhat already sure of what you both wanted. When you finished ordering, you gestured for Scott to give his order as well. He awkwardly shuffled over before saying he wanted an orange smoothie and thanked you sheepishly as he took a step back.

When you both finally got your smoothies, you sat down at a random table and took a quick sip before you spoke. You began to ask more about what he was in for, but he also started thanking you again at the same time. After a little more talking over each other, you paused to let him finish what he was trying to say.

“S-sorry, I was just saying you didn’t need to do that.”

“Nah, it’s all good, you got fired anyway. But this doesn’t make us even, you gotta tell me more about what you were in for.” Your stare bore into him curiously as you drank more of your smoothie.
Scott took a long sip before continuing. “I burgled a security company I used to work at. Found out they were stealing from customers, so I hacked their system and gave all the money back.” He spoke under his breath at the table, not wanting to meet your eyes.

“Damn, that’s cool as hell.”

“That’s what Dale said before firing me,” he replied, bitterly.

The chortle that escaped your mouth was unintentional, but you quickly backpedaled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, that just sounds so much like Dale. I mean if it’s any consolation, now I feel like I know you a lot better. And I was totally right! You do have more packing underneath that ‘average joe’ exterior.”

“Yeah well, doing something ‘cool’ got my three years in prison and an untouchable resume.” He sipped at his drink dejectedly. “I’m not even allowed to see Cassie until I can start paying child support. How the hell am I supposed to do that without a job?”

You tried your best to meet his gaze, but he looked lost in thought. “I’m sure you’ll find something. I can keep an eye out for job openings as well.” Scott looked up a bit and you gave him a small reassuring smile.

He flashed a quick half-hearted smile back. “Thanks, but you don’t need to do that. I appreciate the offer though.” He played with his straw a bit, staring at the lid of his drink.

You cleared your throat. “Well, I’ve got no plans if you want to walk around and maybe seek out another food truck. I could eat since I stormed out of that restaurant before ordering. You down to wander?”

Scott seemed to hesitate a little bit before agreeing. “Sure, I don’t have anywhere to be tonight.”

“Great! Alright then. C’mon Eeyore, let’s get some food in you.” You stood up and waited for him to join you before heading to the door.

After walking around the city a bit, you both got to learn more about each other. Scott was genuinely funny, even if it wasn’t intentional. You circled back to his van and ended up driving around a bit. The hours seemed to burn away and you suggested Chinese take-out instead of another food truck when you remembered there was a nice park on this side of town.

Once you both pulled up to a scenic view, you asked if Scott wanted to sit at a park bench. “I mean, we could,” he replied, “but I’m okay with just eating in here.”

Maybe it would be better to stay in the van, even if it didn’t offer a table to set your food out on. “Yeah, you’re right. Who knows how disgusting they are. This is California after all.”

“We could open the back of the van and sit there to eat. Should have a little more room,” he offered, looking up at you for an answer before you agreed. Scott gathered up the food and circled around to the back before swinging the doors open and taking the meals out of the to-go bag. “Here are your noodles, madam.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” you said with a small curtsy before grabbing the food with a smile. You sat on the edge of the van, legs dangling as you opened your container in your lap. He handed you a pair of chopsticks and you thanked him before snapping them open.

“You know,” you said between bites, “I would have never guessed in a million years that I would be sitting next to my former co-worker while eating Chinese food in the back of his van.”

“Technically, it’s my buddy Luis's,” Scott replied before taking a big bite of his food.

“Still, this counts as one of the more interesting interactions I’ve had with a colleague of mine. You’ve made it to core memory territory, my friend.” You glanced over at him noticing a smile creep up on his face, then fade away.

“Yeah well, former is the big word there.” His head fell a bit. “I mean, what am I gonna do? It’s so hard for ex-cons to find a job. And Cassie means the world to me- the thought of seeing her again was what got me through prison and now on the other side… I waited so long to see her, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” His chopsticks drooped in his hand, finding themselves entangled in his food.

You reached over to gently place a hand on his thigh, trying to be reassuring. “Hey man, it’s all gonna work out. I’m sure of it. It may take a minute, but I’m sure you’ll get your big break eventually.” You purse your lips into a smile displaying your support.

Scott’s eyes lit up at that, turning to look at you. “You’re right. Once I get my big break, everything will be solved.” Unseen wheels were turning in his mind. “Thank you for helping me see it more clearly.”

Confusion, but also happiness flashed across your face. “You’re welcome…? I’m glad I could help.” Scott confidently took another bite of his food, a look of determination settled on his face. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you at the sight.

Scott looked over at you with a raised eyebrow, and you noticed some sauce smeared across his cheek. “Oh, you’ve got some- on your,” you cut yourself off as you put your food behind you. Leaning your weight on the hand still on his thigh, you raised your free hand to wipe the smudge off of his face.

A pink glow covered his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but stare at the color slowly entering his face. Your lips parted slightly on an exhale, and his eyes fixated on them.

You found yourself leaning closer unintentionally, as if there was a magnetic pull. Scott leaned back suddenly, breaking the moment. “I don’t think- we shouldn’t- I-” He was at a loss for words, flustered by the whole interaction.

“Sorry, am I being too forward?” You met his eyes with a soft expression. “Look to be honest, I always thought you were a little dorky, and I find that cute. Wait, did that sound bad? I mean it like I thought you were cute for a while, but I obviously didn’t make a move because I was in a relationship, and you were my co-worker, and I didn’t think you would be okay with the whole age gap thing, and I-” He cut you off by gently grabbing your face to knock you out of your babble, and then closed the space between the two of you.

The kiss was light and sweet, a quick moment shared before he pulled away. Scott’s face was downcast, unable to look you in the eyes. You were stunned for a moment before you grabbed him by the chin to pull him in for a more passionate kiss. This one lasted longer, feeling more desperate as your teeth clashed and you opened your mouth a little for him to slip a tongue in.

You both finally pulled away for air, his eyes fixated on you with fully blown out pupils. His blush deepened and his gaze faltered. “I’m not usually this spontaneous,” he said under his breath before locking eyes with you again.

“Me neither, but I’m surprised a burglar isn’t spontaneous,” you teased lightly.

“Well, I meant- it’s not like-” You laughed at his stuttering. “You know what I mean. I usually wait until after a proper date, maybe two at least.”

You reached up to run a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m good to continue where this is going if you want to. No pressure though.”

There was a pause before he quickly set the food in his lap to the side and captured your lips in his. As the kiss deepened, you slowly began to straddle his lap. Scott leaned back and blindly reached for your food behind him to push it out of the way so he could fully lay down in the bed of the van.

He snaked his arms up the sides of your body, finding a hold on your neck and running his other hand through your hair. “I want this, all of this,” Scott said breathlessly, and in response you pulled off your top.

He sat up quickly pushing you to his chest as he tried to reach the doors behind you, grunting as he failed to grab onto them. You turned away from Scott to help him complete the task, and he pulled his legs all the way into the van before you shut the doors.

“Don’t want a public indecency charge added to my record,” he rushed out before pulling you back down with him, attacking your lips.

His hands jumped to the collar of his button up, trying to take it off as quickly as possible. You pulled away as his hands went lower, and you threw open his shirt the second the final button was undone. Scott sat up slightly to take his arms out of the long sleeves, before grabbing the hem of his undershirt and pulling it off in one smooth motion.

“Ack!” He winced as he laid back down on the rough floor, before pulling both of his shirts underneath him. Scott wiggled around trying to make himself a little more comfortable before reaching up to unclip your bra. All he could do was stare at your bare chest in front of him, running his hands along your sides.

“Like what you see, stud?” You cringed a little at the line that came out of your mouth to try to keep things playful, but to your delight Scott laughed before trying to gently pull you back down. He gasped into your kiss at the feeling of your chests touching and you began grinding your hips down on his, biting his lip.

You both moaned as you attacked his neck and moved your hips faster. He grabbed at your chest and played with your nipple. The feeling zinged through you to your core and you couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your mouth.

You pulled away to try to shimmy your pants off since it was all becoming too much, you needed more friction but it was also taking you close to the brink. Scott took it as an opportunity to reach under you and also try to pull his pants off, with them getting stuck around his ankles. Even in the dim lighting of the van, you could see a wet spot had formed in the front of his boxer briefs.

You dragged your heat down down his leg, grinding a little bit. Scott let out a little “fuck” feeling how wet you were through your panties. Once you were eye level with the spot, you gave it a gentle kiss before looking up at him with a devious expression. But before you could pull down his underwear, he managed to grab hold of your shoulders and flip himself on top of you.

His strength surprised you, but the sudden action made everything all the more exhilarating. You were now firmly planted in his pile of shirts and he began placing kisses from your collarbone all the way down to your shins, taking extra care to kiss around the hem of your underwear. Scott found himself back to observing your panties before locking eyes with you.

Without breaking eye contact, he bit at the seam and pulled them down while supporting your lower back with his hands. He took the liberty of grabbing a fistful of ass as he did so. “Fucking hell Scott,” you breathed out. “How long’s it been since you got any action?”

He flicked his head to the side to fling your panties before responding. “Over three years.” He gave you a grin like he just got the best news in the world.

“Well you clearly haven’t lost your touch,” you said, getting increasingly flustered. Scott suddenly traced your entrance and you mewled at the touch. He looked mesmerized by how wet you were, admiring the arousal collecting on his fingers. He circled his thumb against your clit smirking at the way your body shook at the light touches.

His hand left your body finding the waistband of his underwear, looping his thumbs in before he stopped. “Do you want to continue? We can stop here if you’re uncomfortable. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because-”

“Fuck yes, please take me,” you crooned as you spread your legs a little wider.

“Okay, okay,” Scott rushed out as he pulled off his underwear and fumbled to take off his pants and boxer briefs fully, clumsily shifting his weight and throwing them to the side. He winced at the floor once again and quickly pulled his pants under his knees to give some extra padding.

You took a moment to really take in his form. He wasn’t incredibly muscular, but his shoulders looked strong and he was fairly toned. Tracing a line with your eyes from his abs down to the space between his legs, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight before you. He was average, but a bit thicker than you expected.

Scott grabbed ahold of your hips so his length was brushing up against your folds, before locking his eyes with yours again. “Ready?” You nodded vigorously, leaning back on your forearms, preparing for the stretch.

He sunk into you slowly, making you moan loudly as each inch stretched you out. Once Scott reached his base, he let you adjust to the size before you gave a verbal cue for him to start moving. He began thrusting into you slowly, letting you enjoy every single nerve ending being pressed and rubbed by himself.

“So tight… so good,” Scott babbled, setting a constant and slow pace. He seemed to be savoring every little bit of this moment, both of your minds already blank with sheer need.

You couldn’t keep your noises quiet, loudly expressing how good he felt. He pulled your left leg up, hooking your ankle onto his shoulder, and planted his hand right next to your head to lean over you and create a deeper angle. Scott moaned a little at you clenching around him with the angle change.

Your hands shot up to grip his bicep and shoulder, nails biting at the skin there. You could feel the muscles being engaged, even if they weren’t the stars of the show. He groaned at the pin prick feeling, only making him put more emphasis on the upthrust every time he pulled back, snapping his hips more passionately.

“So needy… so beautiful,” Scott continued the small praises, transfixed by the look of bliss on your face. He looked down your body, then down at himself, still not completely believing any of this was real.

Scott leaned down on his left forearm to get closer to you. He nipped at your ear before moving down to the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling you a little. It felt like Scott was an expert and knew exactly what to do to get you to your peak.

“Holy shi-it. I’m gonna- I’m close already,” you forced out. Being enveloped in him, with his clothes beneath you and his body above you, was stimulating in itself. The scent of him filling your senses and overloading your system.

“A-ah, I’m c-close too,” Scott breathed, his thrusts picking up speed and causing the van to shake slightly.

You pulled your free leg tighter around his waist, almost as if to bring him closer. “I’ve got an IUD. You can cum inside,” you managed to draw out coherently.

At that, Scott brought a hand down between your legs to thumb at your clit again, making you cry out in pleasure. It was all electric, the pressure building until it all became too much.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, angel.” And at his gravelly words, you felt yourself releasing around him. You moaned loudly and felt like you couldn’t stop fluttering around him.

Your clenching sent him releasing right after. As his thrusts became sloppy and stopped all together, Scott twitched inside you, pumping you full of his seed.

You both stayed like that for a moment, Scott still fully buried inside you, as you both panted. He moved slowly to pull out, bracing your leg that had been in the air, but your face still scrunched up at the movement. Your muscles were taut and sore, and you knew you would really feel it tomorrow.

Scott laid down on his side, wincing a third time at the metal floor, before shooting you a mouthy smile when you turned your head toward him. He was still breathing heavily, but was trying to appear a little more composed.

“I usually… last a bit…longer,” you said between breaths and he laughed drily.

“Me too… guess you could say I’m a little out of practice,” his eyes held a kind expression in them, and you could tell he was happy both of you enjoyed yourselves. It dawned on you that this man hadn’t been laid in years, and yet he still made you cum harder than you had with any previous partner.

You furrowed your brow a bit. “No, I would say you’ve still got it. If you’re up for some endurance training though, I’m always ready and willing to increase my stamina,” you drawled out, trying hard to sound sexy instead of sleepy.

His eyes widened as if he hadn’t just been inside you. “Y-yeah! Of course, totally. Endurance is important. Everyone needs endurance.” It amazed you how quickly he could go from being so smooth to stuttering from being flustered.

You chuckled lightly, groaning as you sat up a little and felt his seed draining out of you. You looked around for the take-out bag and found a napkin to clean yourself up with before grabbing another to hand to Scott. You pushed past your discomfort of having something in a greasy food environment being so close to your precious area, but also thought about how disgusting the van probably was, and you got lucky in it anyway.

Once your lower half was fully clothed and your bra secured, you realized you couldn’t find your shirt. You frantically looked around, patting the ground around you and moving around the food and various things you didn’t notice were in the back of the van. Scott looked over at you as he was about to slip his shirt over his head.

“You okay there?” He lowered his arms watching you look more and more desperate.

“Ugh! I can’t find my shirt anywhere. Where the hell did it go?” You dropped your hands to your sides, defeated.

Scott looked down at the shirt in his arms. “You can wear mine.” He pulled it off, holding it out to you.

You looked down at the undershirt. “What? No, I couldn’t. It’s fine. I’m sure I’ll find it if I look harder.” Your face grew hot at the gesture, but when you looked up, you realized he was blushing as well. Seriously, you both needed to get it together and compose yourselves.

He waved the shirt a little more in your direction. “It’s fine. I have another shirt anyway,” he said as he motioned to the button up next to you. You sighed, taking the undershirt from his hand and saying a thank you under your breath. You slipped it on and held out his other shirt to him.

Scott gave you a soft smile, quickly buttoning it up. He leaned forward, pushing the doors to the van open, and the cool air rushed into the cramped space. He stood outside and stretched a little, before turning back to the vehicle to gather the food back into the to-go bag.

You found your phone and checked the time. “Damn, it’s a lot later than I expected it to be.” You held the phone up for Scott to see and saw his eyebrows shoot up.

“Jeez, well, are you ready to go then? As soon as I find your shirt I’ll give it back to you.” He held out a hand to help you get up from the bed of the van and you took it graciously. He stepped away to head to the front, and you couldn’t help yourself from holding up the collar of the shirt to inhale the man’s scent that still clung to it.

You closed the back doors walking to the passenger side to hop in. Once both of you were sat, there was a brief tension held in the air. “I, um, I had fun. Tonight. And I hope you did too.” You spoke without meeting his eyes, trying to not wake up from this dream. It couldn’t be real because why would your co-worker make a move?

He was quiet, thinking of a way to respond. “Thank you. You… I had fun too. You gave me motivation and you’re…” he cleared his throat before finishing his sentence. “I want to see you again. I mean, I obviously have to see you again to give you your shirt, but I would want to do this again. I mean- not what we did in the van, wait, do what we did not in the van but only if you want to! I want to spend time with you and-” you leaned over and cut him off with a kiss.

“Yes to all of it,” you said before sitting back down in your seat. “I’m glad I was able to give you some motivation at least. Tell me when you get your big break, I wanna be there to celebrate it with you.”

Scott started the ignition. “Oh, I will definitely let you know when I get my big break.” The grin on his face made his excitement contagious, but you found yourself laughing at his groan when he accidentally hit the horn again.

Chapter Text

~ A week later ~

“Hey, if the job goes bad, you know I got your back, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Scott breathed out as he pulled up his hood, “it’s not gonna happen.” He picked up his backpack, exiting the van, and dashed toward the house.

Luis laughed as he took the vacant passenger seat Scott left him. “I love it when he gets cocky.”

“Damn!” Dave couldn’t hold back his awe watching Scott hop the fence with a spin.

Kurt made his way down the utility pole, heading back to the van. When he made it to the back doors, Scott’s voice could be heard over comms. “Alarm is dead.”

“Nice,” Luis replied as Kurt opened the doors. When he stepped into the van, something wedged in the back between the right backseat and the wall caught his eye. Curious, he reached over to yank it out of place, realizing that it was a shirt.

It was small and green, definitely none of the guys’ shirts. As he opened his mouth to ask about it, Scott’s voice once again crackled over the comms. “Alright, I’m moving through the house.” Kurt snapped back into the mission, resuming his role of monitoring the security side of things through his laptop.

This would be a conversation for later.

Scott yanked open the back doors, entering the van and taking the open seat in the back. He threw his backpack down to his side, putting his face in his hands in disappointment. “Alright, let’s get out of here,” he said dejectedly and Dave started the ignition.

They drove in silence until Kurt spoke up. “I found shirt in the backseat,” he said as he held up the item of clothing. Scott paled at the sight of it, realizing it was yours. He forgot to look for it once all the prep for this job started.

Dave looked at it in the rearview. “That ain’t mine. I’d remember if I lost a shirt, or if someone I was with lost that shirt.”

Luis turned around to grab it. “Man, this is some girl’s shirt. This isn’t mine either.”

Scott was quiet, and Luis snapped his head to look at him. “Scotty, you seen this shirt before?” He swallowed hard in response, trying to find what to say.

“Yes?” It came out less confident than he wanted and he cringed at the sound of his own voice.

“You had a girl in here, and she lost her shirt?” Luis asked in amazement, still deciding if he should be mad that potentially nefarious things happened in his van.

“...Yes.” Scott replied more assuredly, like it was a simple statement. He looked up to see varying proud expressions from the rest of the guys in the car.

“Man, so you did get to score! Alright, that’s what’s up!” Luis nodded as he spoke, throwing the shirt back to Scott. “Don’t do it in my van again, but damn! Nice job, Scotty. So who is she?”

“A girl from work.” Scott replied, looking down at the shirt. “I told her I’d give this back to her when I found it.” He held it in his hands, examining it as the memories from that night came flooding back.

“Are we gonna meet this girl?” Dave glanced at Scott in the rearview mirror as he asked his question.

“I mean, maybe. She did say she wanted to see me again.” The van filled with oohs and various cheers.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Good for you, man,” Luis said with a grin. “But seriously, don’t do it in my van again.”